One Great Moment

“The fences insured against a time when a scavenger in Gautam Nagar might learn that a shot of rare Scotch consumed in ten minutes at the Sheraton’s ITC Maratha cost exactly as much as he earned in seven hundred fourteen-hour days picking up aluminum cans and used tampon applicators, and find that information too much to bear.”

—Katherine Boo, “Opening Night,” The New Yorker, February 23, 2009.
February 15, 2017
Jeneen Interlandi

“I think that the dying pray at the last not ‘please,’ but ‘thank you,’ as a guest thanks a host at the door.”

—Annie Dillard, "Pilgrim at Tinker Creek"
February 8, 2017
Maria Henson

“What I can hear are occasional coyotes and a constant chorus of ‘Baby the Rain Must Fall’ from the jukebox in the Snake Room next door, and if I were also to hear those dying voices, those Midwestern voices drawn to this lunar country for some unimaginable atavistic rites, ‘rock of ages cleft for me,’ I think I would lose my own reason.”

—Joan Didion, "On Morality," The American Scholar, 1965.
February 1, 2017
Kari Howard

“A big pair of garden shears sat on the counter, as foreboding as Chekhov’s gun on the mantel.”

—Christopher Solomon, "The Detective of Northern Oddities," Outside magazine, January 4, 2017.
January 25, 2017
Kari Howard

“Frank Sinatra, holding a glass of bourbon in one hand and a cigarette in the other, stood in a dark corner of the bar between two attractive but fading blondes who sat waiting for him to say something.”

—Gay Talese. “Frank Sinatra Has a Cold.” Esquire Magazine.
January 18, 2017
Kari Howard